Walking alone in the heavy fog, Chen Jing felt a strange emotion rising and gathering within him.

Sadness, heaviness, narrow-mindedness, fear, corruption.

Chen Jing did not go directly into Black Kiln Street. In addition to entrusting his companions to make traps for him, he also set up some things in the ruins of several relatively intact buildings using wooden planks and ropes.

Of course, this setup is far inferior to the "runway" that a hunting party would normally set up over several days, but it's better than nothing.

It took Chen Jing more than two hours to set up everything, make preparations, wipe his sweat, eat some dry food, and replenish his water with a water bag.

I wonder if these things will even be of any use... Chen Jing thought.

He was preparing to enter Heiyao Street, and before entering, he had already set a goal for himself.

If you are forced to use the Shadow Cloak to escape, use it only twice! Use it a third time and then give up completely. Do not lure the wandering souls of slaves, otherwise you will put yourself in great danger.

Using the sadness brought by the outside world, Chen Jing quickly adjusted his physical and mental state, covered his body with spiritual power, and dived into the 'dark sea' to become invisible amidst the noise.

After some time, Chen Jing deactivated his noise-sensing invisibility and appeared on the foggy street.

Chen Jing smiled, aimed at a spot invisible at the end of the fog, and fired a shot.

He immediately rolled on the spot and began to try to become invisible to noise. Just as he rolled away, a throwing knife came flying through the air, but it hit nothing.

Chen Jing revealed a mocking smile. No matter how powerful your slave ghost is, you can't possibly hit me through such a wide fog just by the sound of my gun firing from the same spot!

He had previously used noise cloaking to confirm the location of the slave spirit. After increasing the visibility distance by two meters in the fog, he aimed at the slave spirit and fired. Of course, Chen Jing didn't think he could hit it, and even if he did, it probably wouldn't have much power.

The sound of chains carrying iron balls rang out, like a heavy truck speeding by, but Chen Jing had already entered noise invisibility and retreated to the nearby ruins.

Bang!

Chen Jing fired again, this time choosing to fire into the air rather than aiming at the wandering slave spirits.

Chen Jing suspected that the wary slave spirits might retaliate even if he fired at twice the previous range!

Based on the oppressive aura of the slave spirits he had previously encountered and the knowledge he had gained, he concluded that the slave spirits' abilities were equivalent to those of a Qi Realm warrior, and therefore he had to be wary of the warriors' wondrous martial arts.

The ruins had a complex terrain and were dimly lit. Taking advantage of the dim light, Chen Jing also set up a landmine, waiting for the slave ghosts to step on the trap when they were chasing him in a frenzy, just like he had done last time.

As soon as the bullet left the barrel, Chen Jing immediately entered noise cloaking while running. As soon as he entered noise cloaking and ran out of the ruins, Chen Jing saw the wandering souls of slaves emerge from the shadows within the ruins.

This... this is Shadow Step? As long as you're in a shadow, you can use it to walk to a distance? Chen Jing immediately recalled one of the four martial arts manuals his teacher had shown him.

He used this martial art to traverse the obstacles of the ruins and cross the traps I set.

Chen Jing's heart was pounding with anxiety.

The slave's wandering soul swept across the room with its cold, dark eyes, as if searching for something.

But it found nothing.

No, it's not Shadow Step, it's faster than Shadow Step... is it a higher version of Shadow Step? Chen Jing thought, thankfully he didn't try to escape through the sewers. When he was discovered, either he was outdoors or the Slave Soul was outdoors, so the Slave Soul didn't have a chance to use "Shadow Step" to chase him.

That's terrifying! That's terrifying!

Chen Jing had originally booked a section of the sewer running track, but now he had to give it up.

Even after increasing the distance, the slave soul still failed to detect Chen Jing, who was hidden amidst the noise.

"After all, it's a monster without intelligence, driven only by instinct. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to deal with it at all, and I couldn't even lure it away..." A thought flashed through Chen Jing's mind.

From the moment he fired the gun until now, he has never stopped running. Using noise to become invisible, he has already created a distance of at least one line of sight, so much so that even Chen Jing himself cannot see the slave ghost.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure came from behind, like primitive humans hearing the roar of a lion, or like newly arrived soldiers seeing an enemy general slaughtering their comrades like a god or demon.

This reminded Chen Jing of the first time he made eye contact with the slave spirit, when he was almost fainted by the murderous aura conveyed through the slave spirit's eyes.

However, this time was different from the last. Chen Jing had already distanced himself from the slave souls, keeping them out of sight. He was not directly attacked, but rather affected by the aura emanating from them. In addition, Chen Jing was already a Blood Realm cultivator, not a mortal. This kind of pressure only made him feel fear and tremble slightly, without causing the same huge impact as last time.

But Chen Jing discovered that he had already broken free from the "noise-invisible" state, which was the most fatal flaw.

Chen Jing dared not make any further moves, fearing that making a sound would attract the slave spirits. At the same time, he desperately used his spiritual power to cover his body and cast a noise-based invisibility spell, but the coverage of this spiritual power was too slow, too slow! Fear filled Chen Jing's mind, as if the slave spirits would find him in the next second, cross the distance of the fog, and kill him with a single sword strike. His body's instincts were screaming in every cell, begging him to run away.

Very similar, indeed very similar. Chen Jing barely suppressed his physical instincts. He realized that the power of the aura that the slave spirits used to attack him was similar to the power that Black Hand Lu Gang exuded when he gave them his speech, only completely opposite. One instilled fear, making people dizzy and collapse, while the other injected encouragement, making people fanatical and brave.

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